1996 The last time I saw Michael I thought I would be the one to offer comfort. Instead, having made peace with his departure, Michael focused his loving kindness on me and we talked about my life. I was on … Continue reading →
In the winter, when the summer people have gone home, at least in the old days, there was a silence that would fall over the harbor and an inaudible sigh of relief from all of the beings that make their … Continue reading →
One Christmas Eve a friend was staying with us because the passes were closed and he couldn’t get home to Spokane. I invited him to go with me to the candlelight service at the Methodist Church. The Methodist church had … Continue reading →
I was lost, lost, lost Oh where was that road? I was trying to find Cindylou and Michael’s cabin in the Sierras, not far from Auburn, California. I don’t know, looking back, why I even thought I could find it, … Continue reading →
My mother’s eyes could freeze water with a glance. And she knew it. Just a sharp look from those gray eyes and we’d stop whatever we were doing, if we saw them in time. She’d have to yell sometimes to … Continue reading →
I wish you had told me what it was that bothered you so much. Could you have even said? Could you have articulated it in words, I mean, in plain English so that I could understand you? Maybe you didn’t … Continue reading →
